Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] St. Louis on the tag Yeah This that hard life talk (uh) [Verse 1] St. Louis street, cracked curb, same hoodie every day Mama say she pray, I’m just tryna make the play Red bricks, boarded houses, hear the metal when it slide Everybody know somebody that ain’t make it out alive Chalk lines fade, but the whispers stay loud Pocket full of change, head heavy with the crowd Whips slide slow, tinted up, bass knock Eyes in the rearview watch every block [Chorus] Hard life on St. Louis street Every corner, got a story, got heat Guns flash, but I’m focused on the green I love getting money, tryna build a new dream Hard life on St. Louis street Pray I make it back each time my phone beep If I gotta hustle just to get what I need I’ma turn all this pain into cream (yeah, yeah) [Verse 2] Dice game in the alley, lil cuz with a scar He ain’t even twenty, swear he seen too much war OG on the porch say the hustle got a cost Either catch time, catch shells, or get lost I ain’t tryna flex, I remember cold nights Ramen in the pot, no power, one light Now I stack, flip, stash, keep it low Trying to make sure my people never see that low [Chorus] Hard life on St. Louis street Every corner, got a story, got heat Guns flash, but I’m focused on the green I love getting money, tryna build a new dream Hard life on St. Louis street Pray I make it back each time my phone beep If I gotta hustle just to get what I need I’ma turn all this pain into cream (hard life)
Tags
rap, Gritty Midwest hip-hop beat with swung drums, thick bass, and eerie keys. Male vocals, close and conversational on the verses; hook gets louder with stacked ad-libs and doubles. Occasional chopped vocal stabs between lines, subtle siren FX in the background for tension. Mix leans heavy and warm, perfect for a street storytelling anthem., hip hop
Duration
1:52
Instrumental
No
Created
4/6/2026